Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He wears his red hair up in a very large beehive style do. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born to a Apothecary, his father struggled to pay the bills. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He tends to his Stylist job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To be a Apothecary again.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Poor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His tied-back hair is silver. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Eiravel lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Family, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 1000 gp. Jeweled anklet (2000 gp). Solid gold idol (200 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1000 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (3000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (130 gp).

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Born to a Shipwright, his father struggled to pay the bills. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Lamlis has worked very hard to control his curse. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He sports grey clothing, slightly heavier than average wear, and carries falchions. His chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. In his 19th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 1300 gp. Silver pearl (70 gp). Amethyst (70 gp). Violet garnet (500 gp). Citrine (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear flannel. With bright red hair and a scraggly beard. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When Quarion reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He's in love; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Has a crush, Rich, Military. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1000 gp. Sard (30 gp).